This guy is actually a very excellent bartender; he pours me delicious beers and occasionally doesn’t charge me for them, and he didn’t even get all weird about it when I asked if he was the half-naked guy who waved to me from outside my apartment that one time.* But bartender/patron sympathy is perhaps best expressed through the medium of booze/tips.

Anyway, after I posted this comic, I started getting all kinds of hits from people googling how to cope with the emotions involved in long distance relationships. So, this is my official statement that I have no idea.**

*There is context which makes this not skeevy at all! A naked bike ride group convened on my corner last month, and a tall bearded shirtless cyclist waved at me! So…who was that?
**Well, the “distract self with homework, then get all silly drunk and send texts consisting of stuff like “I looooooooooove yooooooou” and “TIPSY KISSESSES!” method is working okay for me, but it may not be sustainable over the long term.

Irish Breakfast.

A webcomicblogdiarything. By Emily. It gets its name from my two favorite beverages (tea and tea with whiskey in it), excesses of which lead to the adventures recorded in the comics. Slightly more detail is here. Or, just start from the very beginning.